The host is red and black, and the system can only chirp

The more Gao Hongde thought about it, the more upset he became.

Even if it was Yang Guang, the Prince of Jin, would he dare to be so presumptuous? No.

But I rely on the sect leader's consistent tolerance.

Gao Hongde knelt down and kowtowed without saying anything: "I know I was wrong."

When Gao Hongde knelt, Yang Xuyan behind him had to kneel down as well, lying flat on the ground.

Hou Xibai looked around. For some reason, Sect Master Xi, who seemed to be in deep thought, looked like a god or Buddha on the shrine with no sadness or joy. Hou Xibai knelt down slowly without any control.

Wang San, who finally pulled his head out of the sea bowl, looked at his former teacher Gao Hongde with an expressionless face and eyes as cold as ice.

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Sect Master Xi came back to his senses: ...

Are you dumbfounded?

Gao Hongde's breath suddenly became intense, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head. For a moment, Sect Master Xi was worried that this dedicated ox and horse would have a cerebral hemorrhage.

After a while, Sect Master Xi reacted and sighed: "I never knew, Chief Steward Gao, you are such a master at being weird."

Sect Leader Xi was annoyed: "Get up, what's the point of kneeling, and you're also dragging Xu Yan and the little monkey down with you. Just a sigh and you're like you're facing a formidable enemy. Even if I don't have the guts, I'll never give up halfway."

Sect Leader Xi always speaks his mind directly, preventing his subordinates from overthinking and thus saving communication costs.

"With so many people following me for a better future, am I going to watch you all become a pile of scattered sand? Watch the people on the border fall into war again? The Turks have been eyeing us covetously!"

Gao Hongde kowtowed three times but still did not stand up. He insisted on asking, "What did the Sect Master mean just now?"

Sect Leader Xi: ...

How can you be so stubborn?

"It's just a hypothesis. If Aunt Fang and I hadn't been wandering around the grassland and hadn't met you... Would there be a famine in Border Town this year?"

Gao Hongde answered without hesitation: "As long as I set foot in the Central Plains, as a clan leader, I will never ignore the suffering of the people."

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After calming down, Gao Hongde finally realized that there was a huge deviation in his understanding.

When Sect Leader Xi said it was a hypothesis, it was really a hypothesis, there was no temptation.

After a brief thought, Gao Hongde tried to follow the line of thought of Sect Leader Xi and explained, "In the fourteenth year of Kaihuang, on May Xinyou, there was an earthquake in the capital. On August Xinwei, there was a severe drought in Guanzhong. Many people were starving."

In the past, Gao Hongde did not think there was anything wrong. Only after following Sect Leader Xi for a long time and recalling the past, he began to realize the irony.

Gao Hongde said calmly, "Emperor Wen sent his attendants to fetch the bean scraps and bran that the common people ate, and showed them to his ministers with tears... Feeling guilty, he decided not to eat meat or drink for a month."

"Then Emperor Wen went east to Mount Tai and encountered a large number of refugees. He ordered his scouts not to drive the refugees away. When the road conditions were bad, he sent his attendants to help them."

Seeing that the sect leader's expression was becoming more and more weird, Gao Hongde's mouth curled higher and higher.

"The Sect Master is not able to react, right? Why is it that when there is a severe drought, everyone from the Emperor to the civil and military officials still has the interest to travel east, instead of providing disaster relief immediately?"

This is the good thing about being in the imperial court: it is easy to expose those people's faces.

"In the twelfth year of Kaihuang, officials reported that the treasuries were full, and in order to store the rents and taxes transported back to the capital from various places, a new treasury had to be built."

"Master, you don't have to open your eyes so wide. I know you are shocked and want to ask... Since there is enough food, why don't you open the warehouse and release the food?"

Gao Hongde's flat tone forced Yang Xuyan behind him to have nowhere to hide.

Gao Hongde smiled, "In the 18th year of Kaihuang, Shandong suffered from frequent heavy rains, and all eight states were hit by floods, and many people drowned. The emperor agreed to open the granaries to provide relief, and more than 500 stones of grain were used."

"In sharp contrast, when Yang Su built a mausoleum for Empress Wenxian, he was given 30 hectares of land, 10,000 pieces of silk, 10,000 shi of rice, a golden bowl filled with gold, a silver bowl filled with pearls, and 500 pieces of silk and brocade."

Gao Hongde said, "Master, you don't have to be so shocked that your face twists. You understood correctly. The reward for building the mausoleum alone is 10,000 dan of rice. The people in the eight states suffered from disasters, and Emperor Wen personally approved the opening of the granaries to release more than 500 dan of grain."

Gao Hongde glanced sideways and inconspicuously at Yang Xuyan, who was lying on the ground, motionless.

The topic finally returned to Master Xi's hypothesis. "If there was no Master, I would have died on the grassland long ago. As for the border people, after the eleventh year of Daye, the people had nowhere to rely on, and the court had no precedent of opening the granaries to release grain."

"Without a suzerain, the Turks would have invaded the border countless times. What do the people have left after this year? Famine in the border counties? That's the least of the problems!"

Sect Leader Xi: ...Now that you put it this way, it makes sense.

The records of these two years in history books are very brief: "The Turks invaded the north several times."

How much blood and tears of the people were reflected in these six short words?

So - maybe the little historical data left in her mind could still be useful?

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"Why are you still kneeling? Get up."

Gao Hongde then bowed and slowly stood up.

Yang Xuyan behind him didn't know why, perhaps because Sect Master Xi's expression of disbelief was too vivid, he kowtowed three times silently before standing up.

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As for Hou Xibai who slowly stood up again on the other side: Seriously, Master, can you change your name? Little monkey? I have never been so speechless in my life.

Hou Xibai could only complain in his heart. Master Shi Zhixuan was very majestic, but Hou Xibai was more afraid. Hou Xibai knew that he was incompatible with the master, but he respected him from the bottom of his heart.

It’s not just because Sect Master Xi’s martial arts skills are unfathomable.

Hou Xibai had traveled all over the world and had seen a lot. He had once firmly believed that the people below him were numb and ignorant, and that rotten wood could not be carved. When he arrived at the border town, he saw the liveliness and liveliness of the border people, which was something he had never seen or heard before.

All the changes came from Sect Master Xi.

No matter how much Hou Xibai was not used to Sect Master Xi's straightforward and even rough style of doing things, he only knew that it was just because he was not at the level of a Sect Master.

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Hou Xibai stood aside silently with his eyelids drooped.

When Hou Xibai saw Sect Leader Xi for the first time, he was struck by his beauty.

The clan leader's appearance is not so delicate, but more majestic. Even if Shi Feixuan is inferior to him in a lot of ways, his every word and action seems to be in harmony with the nature of heaven and earth, and it is pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

At that time, Hou Xibai almost ignored his master's order. When he saw his right hand was about to move, he just wanted to draw a portrait of Master Xi on the spot.

Hou Xibai now felt tears flowing into his heart.

How could he know that Sect Leader Xi was always talking about either the harvest in the fields, or whether there was enough meat in the people's bowls, or how much salt and cooking oil each household had.

The daily question is: where did the caravan's porcelain, colored glaze and sugar go? Or maybe it's because I'm thinking about the contract between Ba Fenghan and the local people in Gaochang regarding the planting of white sorghum.

Sect Leader Xi could also give some advice or two on the private salt trade.

There were also collective units such as arsenals, textile workshops, and tofu workshops. Sect Leader Xi inquired about them every day and visited them from time to time.

Apart from this, the areas where Master Xi spent the most energy were the military camps and horse management.

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In just one month, Hou Xibai followed Master Xi to work in the fields, applied fertilizers, rolled in the mud on the military training ground, and drove wooden stakes into the pasture.

For at least ten years, Hou Xibai did not dare to paint. He was so ugly that he was not worthy of holding a paintbrush.

The amorous young man who used to never let go of his folding fan now never lets go of his pen, because... he works as the secretary of Sect Leader Xi.

No one would dare to believe it, but in the first exam when he first came to the border town, Hou Xibai, who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, ranked last. Even Song Shidao's sister Song Yuzhi was better than him.

Wanwan and Song Yuzhi had been sent out to become deputies to the commune secretary, and only he had to undergo continuous ideological transformation together with Yang Xuyan.

Well, ideological transformation, that’s what Sect Leader Xi said.

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Ba Fenghan, who had just returned from Gaochang, rushed into the office and stirred up a gust of wind.

"Master, there are masters coming to the border town, right? Ba Fenghan doesn't want the bonus this time, and wants to challenge everyone!"